In towns with railway lines, I usually search out the railway station to see if it’s photogenic. When I turned left and headed north at the railway crossing in Murtoa, I was thrilled by this handsome, multi-storey brick building flanked by railway carriages, sitting staunchly behind a boundary of trees like an old-school company chairman behind his desk.
Despite the rain, as I passed this group of buildings I’ve long-intended to photograph, I turned into the laneway alongside. The sheep – impervious to the weather – grazed mildly as I ran out of the car (yes, I actually got out of the car!), cursed my lack of hat, snapped a couple of shots, and ran back. This turned out better than expected.
When out hunting for things to shoot, often the glimpse of an arrangement of angles (such as the gabled roofs here) is enough to make me stop and back up until I relocate the image I’d briefly caught from a particular angle. But sometimes, as with this shot, it then takes a while to recreate it as an image like the one you saw in your head.